Thursday, June 25, 2009

Oakbrook's youth ministry just pulled off 3 rockin' and spiritually impacting days in the life of kids and their parents. It's a VBS on steroids ;-)Way to go to Upstreet & KidStuf volunteers & staff for pulling it off!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

This morning I cruised into the parking lot just seconds behind my twenty-something friend, Sam. It was raining. Not polite, sprinkles--but solid substantial, rain.

A row away from me, I saw him pull up his baby blue hoodie hood and quickly stride to the door. I leisurely reached over for the golf umbrella laying against my passenger seat; calmly got out of my CR-V and enjoyed the cool walk, carefully avoiding the puddles.

Once upstairs, I said to Sam, "You know what the biggest difference between you and me is?"(He's not an English major--I could say it that way.) He shot me a clueless twist of the head and raise of the brow.

"An umbrella," I said, smirked and went into my office.

There are truisms about generations and aging that hang in the air as plainly as rain. Umbrellas is one of them. In my first car, a rusted out 1972 Audi Fox, no umbrella. My 1986 CRX, no umbrella. But somewhere in my Accord years it hit me,